New York Avenue heading northeast, Washington, DC. I know this road well, from, first, family trips to the Smithsonian and then, later, late night high school trips with friends into Georgetown and movies (until I learned they were "films"). In the morning, in the car with my sweetie, after breakfast, on the way back to (what was) my little hometown, there is nothing to do but play the radio loud and grin. A sort of vacation is starting, time to hang with the nieces and nephews, my sisters, see how the parents are once more, a little bit on from last time.
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